Blonde cheerleader type (Femdom)

Kelsi had been a babyfaced kid when you had last seen her at her high school graduation, but she had grown into a beautiful young woman with the athletic body of a dancer or cheerleader. Her skin was well tanned by the sun, after she had apparently spent several long summer days in the pool.

All you can think as you follow her up the stairs is just how much you wish you could bury your face in her ass. You've looked at other women since you've been married, what man didn't? But this was the closest you had come to actually being able to act on your adulterous thoughts.

As you reached the top of the steps you had talked yourself back from the imaginary ledge, reminding yourself that the fucking got piece of ass you were eye fucking was the flower girl from your wedding. A girl who had been like a niece to you from birth to 18. How fucking sick and twisted was it that you were just imagining tongue fucking her asshole?

"Here's the guest room," she said, flipping on a switch and stepping aside. "I'm going back to the pool if you don't need anything."

"No... I'm good," you mutter, suddenly feeling like human garbage. "Have fun."

"Some of my dad's swim clothes are in the top left drawer of the dresser...if you want to join me," Kelsi said, then smiled innocently. "It's really good to see you again."

But no matter how bad you felt, your cock didn't seem to get the message. When Kelsi threw her arms around your neck and gave you another big hug, there was no way she didn't feel it pressing against her hip.

As she headed down the hallway, you closed the door and tested your head against the cold wood, taking a deep breath.